It seemed to take forever before she skidded to a stop at the bottom, and then her head hit the wall with a nasty, meaty sound, and everything went black. She later remembered only one more thing, in the darkness: Monica's voice, a low and vicious whisper. "Tonight. You'll get what's coming to you, you freak. I'm going to make sure."
It seemed like seconds, but when she woke up again there was somebody kneeling next to her, and it wasn't Monica or her nail-polish mafia; it was Erica, who had the room at the top of the stairs, four doors down from Claire's. Erica looked pale and strained and scared, and Claire tried to smile, because that was what you did when somebody was scared. She didn't hurt until she moved, and then her head started to throb. There was a red-hot ache near the top, and when she reached up to touch it she felt a hard raised knot. No blood, though. It hurt worse when she probed the spot, but not in an oh-my-God-skull-fracture kind of way, or at least that was what she hoped.
- Are you okay? - Erica asked, waving her hands kind of helplessly in midair as Claire wiggled her way up to a sitting position against the wall. Claire risked a quick look past her up the stairs, then down. The coast looked Monica-clear. Nobody else had come out to see what was up, either - most of them were afraid of getting in trouble, and the rest just flat didn't care.
- Yeah - she said, and managed a shaky laugh. - Guess I tripped.
- You need to go to the quack shack? - Which was college code for the university clinic. - Or, God, an ambulance or whatever?"
- No. No, I'm okay. - Wishful thinking, but although basically everything in her body hurt like hell, nothing felt like it had broken into pieces. Claire got to her feet, winced at a sore ankle, and picked up her backpack. Notebooks tumbled out. Erica grabbed a couple and jammed them back in, then ran lightly up a few steps to gather the scattered textbooks.
- Damn, Claire, do you really need all this crap? How many classes do you have in a day?
- Six.
- Damn, Claire, do you really need all this crap? How many classes do you have in a day?
- Six.
- You're nuts. - Erica, good deed done, reverted to the neutrality that all the noncool girls in the dorm had shown her so far. - Better get to the quack shack, seriously. You look like crap.
Słownictwo
- skid - ślizgać się
- vicious - złośliwy
- kneeling - klęczeć
- strain - nadwyrężony
- head started to throb - głowa zaczęła pulsować
- probed a spot - badać miejsce
- wiggle - kołysać się
- wince - skrzywić się, wzdrygnąć się
- jammed - zablokowany
- You're nuts - Jesteś pokręcona
Ćwiczenia
- Put sentences in the right order.
a) Erica's kneeling next to Claire.
b) Erica's suggesting Claire to go to quack shack.
c) Description Claire's health condition.
d) Erica's opinion about Claire.
e) Memory about Monica's threat. - Connect adjectvies (describing behavior) and girls' names.a) Monica
b) Erica
Words: unwise, unacceptable, irresponsible, friendly, good-hearted, judgmental, reckless, helpful, kind, thoughtless, agressive. - How should we react, when somebody seems to feel bad?
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